19
Ashton
My steps faltered, and I quickly lowered my sword when I saw the one with Hayley was Mahaera. “What the—” I pressed my lips tight, a little lost here. Mahaere had just come to see me, and now Mahaera was here.
Were the goddesses playing tricks on us?
I bowed my head. “I apologize, Mahaera. When I saw movement inside, I thought it could be soldiers.”
“I understand,” Mahaera said, sporting a smile. She gestured to the kitchen. “I think supper is ready.”
I glanced at Hayley, and my heart contracted. Was there a time when I would look at her and not feel like my heart was ripping, as if I couldn’t breathe if I stayed more than two feet from her, as if I could live on without touching her?
Hayley took the lid off a heavy pot, and a savory scent reached my nose. Whatever it was,
